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silverouroborosrising:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
theseventhcorsair:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
theseventhcorsair:
“Doctor?” She intones, eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline. Well, that was…oh she’d never let him live this down.
“I am - you actually know me. I’m the Corsair.”
A smile lights up his muzzle as he hears her name. “Corsair! It’s certainly been awhile! …Well, at least from my perspective. How’ve you been?”
“It’s been a while for me as well.” She laughs. “I’ve been well, travelling as always. You too, it seems.”
“That’s right, always traveling.” He carefully sits down, still giving a smile.
“Feel free to scold me. But I’ve got to know. What’s it like to be a pony instead of something bipedal?”
“Oh, no need for scoldings for such a question. I’d probably ask it too, if I wasn’t the one with the hooves. Anywho, it’s strange, at first. Learning to walk again was difficult. Don’t get me started on how frustrating it was to learn how to pick things up again.”
My muse has died. How does your muse find them? What’s their reaction?
chinboyinthebluebox:
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chinboyinthebluebox:
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“Quite, but I managed it after awhile; Not really sure, how, though.”
“I guess when it’s your life, you get used to it.”
“Quite. So. How are things in your verrrsion of reality, hm?”
“Ah…” he shuffled his feet, life on his side of the pond…pond..was absolutely dreadful. Losing the closest thing he had to family wasn’t exactly welcome. “Alright, could be better,” spoilers…
He tilts his head, something was wrong with his future, alternate counterpart. “…Are you alrright?”
+ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony is now sailing with you
theseventhcorsair:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
theseventhcorsair:
“Doctor?” She intones, eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline. Well, that was…oh she’d never let him live this down.
“I am - you actually know me. I’m the Corsair.”
A smile lights up his muzzle as he hears her name. “Corsair! It’s certainly been awhile! …Well, at least from my perspective. How’ve you been?”
“It’s been a while for me as well.” She laughs. “I’ve been well, travelling as always. You too, it seems.”
“That’s right, always traveling.” He carefully sits down, still giving a smile.
For all my interactions with my other selves, I don't think we've spoken before.
“Neither do I… I was wondering if I’d ever regenerate into a female.”
chinboyinthebluebox:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
“Quite, but I managed it after awhile; Not really sure, how, though.”
“I guess when it’s your life, you get used to it.”
“Quite. So. How are things in your verrrsion of reality, hm?”
+ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony is now sailing with you
theseventhcorsair:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
“Yes, are one as well? I’m The Doctor. I hope you’ll forgive my equine form, my ship was attacked, and sent hurtling through dimensions. I managed to stumble out, into the native world. I received a rather large jolt of energy from my ship’s console, and I was beginning to regenerate, a trait of my species, and I focused on a form that would match the majority of the world’s species, which, unknown to me, happened to be sentient ponies.”
“Doctor?” She intones, eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline. Well, that was…oh she’d never let him live this down.
“I am - you actually know me. I’m the Corsair.”
A smile lights up his muzzle as he hears her name. “Corsair! It’s certainly been awhile! …Well, at least from my perspective. How’ve you been?”
+ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony is now sailing with you
theseventhcorsair:
ask-the-seventh-doctor-pony:
The Doctor wasn’t quite sure where he was, piloting the TARDIS with hooves wasn’t the easiest of tasks. The soft crunch of an apple being bitten caught his attention, and he trotted towards the source of the sound. He catches sight of what appeared to be a young woman, with an odd, familiar air about her. She offered a simple greeting of “Hello.”
“Hello there! Mind telling me what year this is? And where exactly where we are? …And what planet, if possible.”
“I will never get used to talking ponies - see aliens day in and day out, but meet an eloquent pony and all best are off.” She half mutters to herself before answering the him. “Time traveller, eh? It’s 2013, 31st of January and you’re in Hyde Park, London, Earth.
“Yes, are one as well? I’m The Doctor. I hope you’ll forgive my equine form, my ship was attacked, and sent hurtling through dimensions. I managed to stumble out, into the native world. I received a rather large jolt of energy from my ship’s console, and I was beginning to regenerate, a trait of my species, and I focused on a form that would match the majority of the world’s species, which, unknown to me, happened to be sentient ponies.”
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theseventhcorsair:
The Corsair is munching on an apple in the park when she hears the quiet clop of hooves. Looking up she blinks. Another pony, though now that she has her wits about her when meeting them - this one seems a bit familiar.
“Hello,” she offers, after swallowing the bite in her mouth.
The Doctor wasn’t quite sure where he was, piloting the TARDIS with hooves wasn’t the easiest of tasks. The soft crunch of an apple being bitten caught his attention, and he trotted towards the source of the sound. He catches sight of what appeared to be a young woman, with an odd, familiar air about her. She offered a simple greeting of “Hello.”
“Hello there! Mind telling me what year this is? And where exactly where we are? …And what planet, if possible.”
